I wonder if, right now, somewhere out in the Pacific Ocean, a ship's captain is tacking to and fro across the International Date Line dancing back and forth between years.
Since humanity and time met up people have marked its forward march, if in no other way than by the lines on the face of a neighbor. Relatively speaking, someone who's 20 and another approaching 80 may reflect on the ball dropping in polar-opposite ways; it's more than human to want to see an infinite number of balls drop.
Today, in this present moment, we're on an elevated cushy seat straddling the past and the future. Can we make even a bit more peace with one side and unmoor hope into the other?